Lost in a forest, cricket sings.
Lost in a city, traffic stings.
Camouflage of the preys and the predators.
Crucible of the looted and the looters.
Survival of the fittest.
Survival of the richest.
After dark, don’t venture out of your zone.
At night, don’t loiter out of your home.
Live in your burrow.
Move only within your furrow.
Stay with the herd.
Merge in the crowd.
Hunt or get hunted.
Crush or get crushed.
The real jungle.
The civilized jungle.
The dark jungle of the Woods...
ReplyDeleteThe lighted jungle of bricks...
The real jungle
The civilized jungle
@Mital ... :)
ReplyDeleteLove the way you delve into issues using wit and intellect as twin rudders in your poetry.
ReplyDeleteIntroduce a third angle now - Heart.
Try personalising our poetry for a change.
It might turn out to be fun. See where it takes you. :-)
Interesting
ReplyDeletevery nice..! loved it..!
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